If you keep snapping the photos of astrologers and palmists,
Indian astrologers and palmists,
Selling stones and gems and rudrakshas,
You will better understand the characters than my words of poetry,
How do they keep prophesizing,
Telling about star positions?
Their attire, mien and facial expression themselves will
Say of them being as touts and thugs,
Soothsayers and bluff-masters,
Blind believers and commoners
Besides being traditionalists and conventionalists.
The three ash-lines on the forehead with a vermillion paste
On the midpoint of the forehead,
The palmyra charts with zodiac signs computing,
Marking the star positions,
The positions on the palm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem